Vapid blocks of grey littered The vast stretch of green fields. Sheets of shining glass Fillled the now decadent curves Of once heavily laboured land. In the far distance, solitary Cattle grazed their lives away. Upon this scene of tired Ulster sat a little fellow: A blackbird of honest voice Who sang soft melodies of Playing children and dying men. This harbinger of happy days spoke And for a moment I thought That not all in this world Are blind to the beauties of life, And I myself was not alone. But as the sun declined And the moonlight rose, We both returned to our affairs.
>>7628254 Are you asleep or just lying in wait, your face resplendent like an anglerfish's bait beckoning in the depths of tenebrosity or perched on unreached spires of the city that dares not know your pale complexion, adorning the couch of a backstreet flat.
I think My biggest fear is That one day I'll realize I'm Immortal Eternal That I'll just continue To exist as a static point and watch everything Waste away and I'll waste and I'll rot and I'll continue to exist Until everything heats and evaporates and I'll continue to exist In space as a vacuum Filled with memories Until I overflow and second by second become overwritten Until I forget what time was What love was, what life was. I'll become filled with the perception Of absolute emptiness and I'll continue to be Wasted, filled, immortal Alone I become a tired empty husk Filled with time and the leftovers of memory and other things that Were meaningful The universe around me Will spread out to chaos and join with me and I'll become the universe Every atom existing as me and then when I exist as everything Having forgotten what I was I'll be aware of true nothing I'd rather stop now than fear the massive isolation I'd rather die now than face being immortal I'm already wasting yet I'm still here
Do you know how many times I've stared through you and thought This is the end But I've felt the weight of what that meant and I've thought I'm too young to die So I turned away and when I faced you again I let you think I was just silly and life was plain But today. It was so gloomy all day today The snow was meant to come but never came What's the point of winter without snow What's the point of you and me But I'll turn away And you'll never look up And we'll spend the rest of our lives With each other Because we're meant to be.
one of my first poems, i stopped writing old timey garbage but whatever
Inertia is a killing clutch A counter-wind to keep a ship In port, with captain swearing loud, “Away from here! Away I must, I will not linger on to dust To lands ere dimly known I’ll fly, To live, to love, or else – to die!”
There's no key to tune a bongo Except a bongo key And there's nothing to fill my heart But that spring The path overgrown Where did you come from, Vengeful thickets? Why do you obscure What once was clear And dear to me?
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